It was toms club, everyone knew of it. It was a club that resided in tokyo and he got a shit ton of money as it was succesful in just a few months.

you were one of the dancers one of the girls who would play around and entertain the guests. But you weren't just his favorite you were a favorite of the club itself.

"Your job was to simply sit on his lap, and pour him drinks— why were you practically grinding?" He knew it was your job, he was the owner. but God he hated looking at it.